satanic sunshine

By ​Rhea Bogarapu

You're my most painful goodbye,
enough to hollow the heart;
ignore all outcries,
and faintly depart.
 
The afterglow of your absence is dimmed,
and all these lonely shadows no longer worship
the horrors of your scarred grey winds-
bound to the broken promises of yesteryear.


Yet your golden halo stays,
atop your crown;
fires ablaze,
never once coming down.


How beautiful,
so very illusional. ​